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Tom never thought he would end up here, in the Malfoy Manor with Abraxas. They’ve been together for about a year now. They never told anyone about it, they didn’t need to. When Tom had told Orion about how he liked Abraxas, the other had laughed a little too loud.
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“You finally realized?” Tom stared at Orion in confusion. Orion breathed in and out to calm down and sat down. “You’re probably the last person to realize it. The whole castle knows that you two love each other.” Love, it sounds so strange. Tom had been concieved by a love potion and he’d been told he could not love.
So, realizing he did in fact fall in love, with Abraxas Malfoy no less, he had thought that something was wrong with him and he went to the hospital wing. Of course, Madam Asina had been confused on his worry for being in love. But after he did tell her about his circumstances by being concieved by a love potion, she'd stared at him for a good while before explaining it. "Dear boy, you can still love, even if you were made by Amortentia, it does not mean you cannot love. Of course, it will be hard for you to recognize that you are in love, but you can still feel it."
That made much more sense now that he thought about it.
When he’d confessed to Abraxas, they sat in the forest (not yet forbidden, simply midly disallowed). “I like you.” Abraxas turned to Tom, raising his brow. He gave Tom that smile he liked. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles a business man gives to another for a better look. It was one only Tom could see.
Abraxas laid his head on Tom’s shoulder. If it were anyone else, Tom would’ve let the person’s head fall and prehaps slapped them. He leaned closer, his chin resting on Abraxas’ soft hair. “I like you too, Tom.” Abraxas spoke after a few minutes, his voice soft.
Tom turned back to Abraxas, his cheeks felt hot. Slowly, he placed his hand on Abraxas’ hip and pulled him closer. They sat like this for a while, before Abraxas turned lifted his head off of Tom’s shoulder. They looked at each other, their faces barely a few inches away from each other. Abraxas placed his hands on Tom’s shoulders, Tom’s hands going to his waist.
Tom leaned in and kissed Abraxas’ forehead, then his cheeks, his nose. He stared at Abraxas’ lips, those pretty plump red lips. Those lips he always wanted to touch, and now he could. One of his hands went up to Abraxas’ cheek, his thumb caressing the smooth skin.
Tom always loved to stare into those soft eyes, one grey-blue like the sky on a winter day, another soft forest green during early spring. His hand travelled from Abraxas’ cheek to his lips. Abraxas let it happen, a soft smile forming on his face. “Do you want to kiss me?” He asked after a few moments.
It caused Tom to snap out of the trance he’d gone into and he thought for a while. “I…” He stayed silent for a bit before nodding. Abraxas smiled and placed his hands on Tom’s collar. He gently moved one of Tom’s curls that had began to hang loosely in his away from his eye.
Tom’s lips trembled and slowly, he leaned closer to Abraxas and kissed his cheek again. “I love you,” he hissed in Parseltongue, which caused Abraxas to smile softly. “Such a wonderful language that I cannot understand.” His voice was slightly shaky as he felt Tom’s hands once again slowly stroking his body.
Abraxas sighed contently. He couldn’t help but kiss Tom. At first it was soft, teasing almost. Abraxas’ lips quivered softly, almost in fear that Tom would reject the kiss. That he would reject the love Abraxas had granted him, the love that he’d never been given before meeting the man — no, angel —had given him.
He leaned in and kissed the other boy back, his hands placed on Abraxas’ hips so the other couldn’t leave, not like Abraxas wanted to. They kissed for a few seconds before pulling away. Both of their faces were flushed red, though it was more prominent on Abraxas’ pale, almost pearl white skin.
They stared at each other for a while, breathing in and out unevenly. Abraxas’ hand went to Tom’s shoulder, gently squeezing it. Tom smiled and kissed Abraxas’ cheek. “I love you, Brax,” he said gently, laying his chin on Abraxas’ head. His hands went to the other’s hair and he caressed it as Abraxas leaned in.
“I love you too, Tom.”
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“What are you thinking about?” Abraxas’ voice snapped Tom out of his thoughts. He turned to look up from his book, which he wasn’t reading anyway. He smiled softly and walked towards the other couch where Abraxas sat and he kissed the blond’s forehead.
He sat down next to Abraxas and laid his head on the other’s shoulder. “Just our first kiss,” he said, sounding like some highschool girl hopelessly in love. Now that he thought about it, that’s what he felt like for these past few months.
Abraxas smiled and kissed the top of Tom’s head. “My, you’re still thinking of it? It seems I really have influenced Salazar Slytherin’s heir, haven’t I?” He teased, his soft hands placed on Tom’s calloused ones.
Tom smiled back and hummed in Abraxas’ neck. He wrapped his right hand around Abraxas’ waist and pulling him closer whilst the left one held Abraxas’ hand. “My love,” he hissed, smirking softly when he felt Abraxas shiver at the hiss. Even if he couldn't entirely understand what Tom had just spoken, he could feel what Tom meant. “How about we go upstairs?” As Abraxas gave a quick nod, they went to the bedroom.